Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 06

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Brandi confides in Christina to gain her confidence

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Friday morning, March 15th

Christina was waiting on the sidewalk in front of her gym. She was there early, having gotten the kids dropped off at school faster than usual. Friday's were always the worst, the end of the week making it progressively harder to get them up. For whatever reason, they were self sufficient Monday through Thursday, getting ready all on their own. Come Friday, it was a challenge for them to get dress and eat and still make it out of the house on time. Being fifteen minutes ahead of schedule was unheard of.

She heard the car downshift as it entered the parking lot, the brilliant royal blue sparkling in the morning sun. The tires squealed as it turned the corner on the fresh blacktop, before it came to a hard stop in front of her.

Brandi already had the top down on her almost new 2018 BMW 420i convertible. The shiny blue color was nearly as brilliant as her eyes. Christina expected the car to be in convertible mode, the two of them having spent the better part of the last two days cruising around Orange County together in it.

Brandi's long, luxurious hair somehow looked even more incredible, as if the whipping winds from driving styled it perfectly. If ever there was a California girl, Brandi fit the description. The Beach Boys literally wrote a song about the type, although Brandi was more in the mold of the David Lee Roth cover version; especially if he were shooting a new video for it.

Christina felt herself drawn to the charismatic buxom blonde. It was hard to believe she already thought of her as a friend, mostly because of the unusual circumstances. They'd literally only known each other for a few days, and the reason they were together at all was forced at best. Yet she felt a connection with Brandi. One that was real and full of electricity. Sure, it was obvious the magnetism was created by sex; the two bonded easily over the subject, and the various acts themselves. Yet even without that commonality, Christina honestly believed they would be friends under more normal conditions. It just wouldn't be nearly itwas much fun.

The two had shared a great deal in their time together. Not just the naughty adventure Brandi was taking her on, mentoring her along the way. They shared personal stories and details that brought them closer.

Christina learned about Brandi's job, and how she got it. She learned of the unique perks that came along with it, including the car. She'd been told about the autonomy that came with the position; how she could come and go as she pleased between locations. But she also explained how she was on call for her sexual talents, and how that sometimes included after normal business hours.

Christina didn't judge because Brandi raved about how she was treated. On the surface it might appear that she was in a role of a paid escort on retainer. In reality, Brandi reasoned that as highly sexed as she was, she would have been doing something similar in her free time anyway, so she might as well benefit from the financial security that came from her singular job description.

The explanation of why she wore the huge diamond on her finger actually made some sense. But Brandi shared something that she'd not shared with anyone else in her current circle of friends and work associates. Not even Gerard knew. That she shared it with Christina late on Wednesday... the first day they went out alone together, spoke of volumes of their kindred spirit.

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Wednesday afternoon, March 13th

"So, you're married?" Christina asked, unsure if she was getting the entire picture clear in her head.

"Technically, yeah," she nodded.

Christina could see the sense of relief on Brandi's face as they drove down the 405 on their way to a gym in Newport Beach. The two loads of cum dripping on her own face became an afterthought as she tried to process what amounted to a confession.

"Really married!?"

"According to the state of California, yeah. We've been together thirteen years, and we filled out some paperwork. We even file our taxes jointly. We just never got in front of a judge or minister or anything. It qualifies as a common law marriage. And we both feel like we are. We're soulmates."

"I'm still confused."

"That's because it's confusing; sometimes even to me. Look, we met our freshman year at UC-Santa Barbara. We moved in together our sophomore year. We've been together ever since."

"But you're not... together."

"Well, we wouldn't qualify as inseparable, I'll grant you that," she laughed.

"So, you're married..."

"Like I said, technically... yes."

"But you and..."

"Scott."

"Okay, so you and Scott are married, but you pretend not to be, and that leads to you pretending now that you are. Do I have that right?"

"Yeah. I know. It sounds crazy when you say it out loud like that."

"Well why? I don't understand the reason."

"Well, I need to explain our relationship first. Like I said, Scott and I are soulmates. I can't imagine not having him in my life. But we're different. I mean, as a couple we're not normal. That didn't come out right."

"Take your time, Brandi. I'm just curious... you don't even have to tell me anything else if you don't want to."

"No. I don't mind. It's actually a bit of a relief to get this off my chest. I feel like I've been living this big lie because I can't tell anyone about it. What would Gerard think if he knew?"

"I don't understand."

"I know. Let me try to explain. Scott and I aren't like other couples. At this point in our relationship we're more like what you and Alex are trying to be... at least in a couple of ways."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'll circle back to it. So, Scott and I lived together in college, and then for a couple of years after. From outward appearances, we were like a real couple. But there were some things we didn't connect on."

"I'm gonna guess that sex is one of them."

"Look, I love Scott. And he worships me. Actually worships, if you can understand that. But he's not gifted in bed. He doesn't have the equipment, if you know what I mean. I know that sounds selfish on my part, but I'm not the first woman to wish her partner were better endowed. Or endowed at all, to be honest."

"Funny."

"I'm serious, Christina."

"Wow. How small is he?"

"Small. It's like a young boy's cock. A little over four inches when he's hard. That's a guess. I never had the heart to actually measure it because it seemed cruel. The thing is, he's such a great guy. Ridiculously handsome, a body like a Greek God, funny as hell, charming and polite in all the right ways. He's got charisma coming out of every pore and money falling out of his wallet. He's an investment banker in San Francisco."

"He lives in the Bay Area?"

"Just outside of San Jose. We split up five years ago. By that I mean we decided to separate, in a way. We love each other, but the truth is I needed more physically from sex, and while he's got an incredibly talented tongue, that doesn't always cut it."

"So, where does it stand now?"

"Well, I decided to move back to LA. He stayed. I tried to ease his pain. I was honest with him, but I truly did go into it thinking of it as just a break from each other, but the move made him miserable. In fact, there was a concern for a bit that he might be suicidal. His sister called me, and I had to drive up and visit him in the hospital."

"Oh my god," she exclaimed.

"Relax. It was an attention grab. He was never going to hurt himself... but he wanted me to see him hurting, and it broke my heart. So, we did what a true loving couple should do when they hit a rocky patch. We talked. And talked. And the only thing we talked about was sex. What I needed. What he needed. What we both wanted. Through that we came to an understanding."

"Which was?"

"I'm getting to that. First, I want to tell you why I've never told anyone. When I first moved back to Orange County, I got a job right away. But I hated it. It wasn't in my field and it wasn't what I wanted to do. So, I started looking to be a trainer. That's where my heart was. But everywhere I went, I filled out my application and listed a spouse, I never got past the initial interview. I couldn't prove it, but I felt saying I was married was holding me back. And I'm still not saying that was the case... it might just be a coincidence, but the fact is I filled out an app with Gerard, said I was single, and I got the job almost on the spot. One interview, and I've been with him ever since."

"Okay, but he knows you're great. Why would it matter now?"

"Christina, be serious. I already told you how my job works. I can't tell you what I make a year, but this car should tell you something. I'm beyond being well compensated. I can also promise you I have more sex in a month than a porn star. Hell, I might as well be one... I've certainly been on camera enough to qualify for a union card. I'm not about to put a life I love in jeopardy by telling him I have a husband now. That's if I could even call Scott my husband."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I really don't. When Gerard pulled out this ring and slipped it on my finger, I told him I couldn't get married to him. He assumed I said that because the notion of it was ridiculous. Which it was. The real reason I said it was because of Scott. I have a lot of things set up financially because of our relationship. I think I mentioned we file our taxes together, but I know I told you he's an investment banker, and a damn good one. I have a lot riding on remaining married in the state and government's eyes. Tax shelter stuff. In that frame of mind, Scott's my spouse. In reality, he's my cuckold."

"Oh. Ooooohhhh! So you are like me!"

"By definition, yes. In reality, it's not a sometimes thing, it's what we practice all the time... and there's definitely no 'stag' element to it. I don't even think of myself as a hotwife. I'm his Mistress and he's my cuckold. It's pretty black and white."

"What do you mean when you say it's what you practice?"

"I mean that it isn't an occasional thing. You and Alex are going to do what you do whenever you can, but there are going to be periods of time when you're just Alex and Christina... you're in that vanilla state of your marriage, where you can't act on your lifestyle because of the situation you're in. That's going to be okay, because you'll both get so much fulfillment whenever you do get to play. Scott and I never turn it off. I'm always his Mistress. He's always my cuckold, twenty-four seven."

"How can you... how can that be? How often do you actually ever see each other?"

"Well, I only go there once a year. I go up for a week in early April to fill out the tax forms for filing for the year and I'll sign any other things that matter to us financially. Then I actually give him a week of me being the dutiful wife."

"By that you mean..."

"I let him fuck me as many times as he can get his little dick hard. And trust me, he does. He pops Viagra like they're skittles, because I promise to fulfill all his naughty, kinky fantasies."

"I bet there's a lot," she snickered.

"Yeah. He actually writes them down and puts them in a jar whenever he comes down. I go through them and pull out half, because, well, I'm in charge. The ones that make the cut are left in the jar, and he can select one for each day to live out. It's like his Hanukkah... he gets eight days of freedom. I should probably mention he's Jewish."

"Certainly puts a new spin on lighting the menorah."

"Ha. That's hilarious, although I'm not sure he'd find it as funny. Anyway, he gets all the pussy he wants. And blowjobs. He's not allowed to fuck my ass, unless he puts it in the jar and it makes the cut. Even then, he needs to get lucky enough to pull it. The rest of the year, he's under my control."

"Again, I don't see how that works. If you don't see each other, how much control can you really have?"

"Five years ago I would have said the same thing. But technology keeps making such big advances that being four hundred miles apart is nothing. First, he comes down every other weekend and stays in my guest room. He was actually just here this past weekend. He cleans the entire condo from top to bottom, does all my laundry, does all the grocery shopping for the next two weeks, runs any errands I need done and pays the bills. And that happens whether I'm home or not. Sometimes I have plans."

"You make plans, even though you know he's coming to see you."

"He doesn't come to see me. If he sees me, that's a bonus. He comes to do his chores. Don't get me wrong. I don't avoid him. I live there. But I have a life, and I don't change my mindset just because he's showing up to clean the toilets."

"I feel like you're licking around the edges. Stop toying with me and suck my clit already," she joked.

"Still thinking of this morning?"

"A little. That was a first. I've never eaten a woman before. I can still taste you in my mind."

"Now who's off on a tangent?"

"I know. I'm just horny and I know I won't be cumming anytime soon."

"Then why do you want me to whet your clit, so to speak?"

"Are you talking about your relationship with Scott, or actually sucking my clit?" she winked.

"The latter will have to wait until Gerard says I can. The former is up to you."

"Tell me. Maybe I'll cum just from hearing about it. But stop beating around my bush and do it already."

"Ha! Okay, simmer down you little slut. I'll give you the juicy details. To start, I'll tell you about the weekends he's here. He's basically my maid at the condo. That's his role, to clean things up."

"Oh, I think I like where this is going."

"It's not for everybody. I don't think it's something you should pursue with Alex, at least from what you've told me. But yeah, I have him wear a French maid costume. Stockings with a garter; a very short mini-dress that barely covers his crotch and ass. A choker bow that goes around his neck. The frilly cuffs for his wrists. Even a lacey headpiece that fits like hairband. The whole works. Really the only thing he doesn't wear is shoes and panties."

"Sounds kind of hot... but I'm surprised by the no panty thing."

"Well, there's a reason. I peg him whenever I feel the urge. Which is pretty often if I'm alone with him there."

"You do what?"

"I peg him. I... fuck him in the ass with one of my strap-ons. I've got a lot of different sizes, depending on my mood."

"You're kidding. He likes that?"

"That really isn't relevant. I like it, and since his little bitch-hole belongs to me, I do what I want with it. It's bare, by the way. I make him get waxed before he comes down. He has a standing Thursday appointment every two weeks. There's not a hair anywhere in his brief area."

"Jesus, Brandi."

"What can I say, it's easier to fuck him. It doesn't make such a mess with the lube that way."

"But, he doesn't like it."

"He likes the attention from me. The closeness that comes afterward. You should know that I'm dominant and he's my submissive, so he gets punished a lot. Whipped and spanked; lots of challenges. He's actually into pain a bit, so it can get pretty intense if we have one of those sessions. But there's always aftercare when we're done, and that's so important to both of us. It proves that our relationship is loving even though it is outside traditional norms."

"That... that is so incredible, Brandi."

"Oh, there's more. Like I said, I don't plan for him when he's here. He's the maid. His main job is to clean whatever I tell him to. That includes my pussy. He always has to wake me up with his mouth. He has to eat me until I cum to start my day. If I'm out the night before and I come home with a dirty cunt, he truly cleans me. The best is when I bring someone home, which I rarely do, and he gets to eat a fresh creampie right after the guy leaves. That is soooooo hot!"

"I know you'll say he doesn't have a say in it, but does Scott mind doing that?"

"Not really. He's learned to accept it. He's taken to that a lot better than being pegged, but at this point he'll dive between my legs every time I open them, and when I tell him to put his ass up, he does it immediately. He's pretty well trained."

"So, every other weekend you have a couple of days together."

"It's a little longer than that, at least as far as how long he's here. I do a lot of Saturday morning classes, so I'm off on the Monday's he's down. It's a three-day thing. He comes down on Friday night after work, goes straight to bed when he gets here, and he goes back on Monday night. Ha! I'll never forget the weekend he came and I never told him I was flying up to San Francisco for the weekend to fuck a guy I'd flirted with at the gym."

"You went on vacation with a guy just to fuck him?"

"No. Well, kinda. I took Friday off, but he lives there. He'd come down for a week-long conference, but he had a daily workout routine he was committed to, so he paid for a 10-day membership because it turned out to be cheaper than the daily fee for the time he was here. We finally fucked that Friday morning, and it was so awesome we both kind of knew. He flew out that afternoon, and I caught a very late flight that night; flew back Monday afternoon. Scott asked me why I didn't tell him. He figured that he could have cleaned my pussy for me, and he wouldn't have wasted a trip. I laughed and said his chores were his first concern. That was the moment I broke him; where he realized my needs would always come before his, and he wasn't capable of pleasing me sexually. It finally sank in. He asked if that meant he was more of service to me as a maid than a man, and I said yes. It crushed him, but it also brought us closer together, if you can believe it."

"Do you still fuck that guy?"

"The one in San Francisco? No. He was good, but I think he peaked at his hotel here. That weeklong tease we put each other through led to some really hot, rough sex. We were never able to recapture that over the weekend, so I called time of death on it and moved on."

"Damn, this is so fascinating. How can Scott get away from work that often? Does he have that much vacation time?"

"He owns the firm. Well, co-owns... there are three partners. But he can come and go as he pleases. And unlike me, his co-workers know he's married. He actually wears a ring... bought it himself. I made him, so he wouldn't get any ideas of going out and screwing around. Not that he could anyway," she laughed.

"So he has a ring, but you never did?"

"He gave me something like a promise ring when we were in college, but I stopped wearing it because it was kind of silly to me. We're as close to being married as we're ever going to be. And if I had been wearing a ring when I interviewed with Gerard, I'm convinced I wouldn't have this job. There are other symbols that show Scott belongs to me that mean a lot more to me than a ring would."

"Like what?"

Brandi reached down into her considerable cleavage, pulling out a gold necklace that had disappeared into the crevice. Dangling from the necklace was a bright silver key.

"This," she smiled.

"What is that to?"

"It's to a lock, although I don't use it anymore. Remember what I said earlier about technology... things have really changed drastically in the last few years. Bluetooth devices have opened up a lot of avenues."

"What are you locking... oh, wait, are you talking about one of those cock cages I've seen on some of those videos?"

"Yes. I keep Scott's cock locked up full time. It really changed the dynamic of our lives. It gives me real control over his orgasms, and it's very humbling... even humiliating for him at times. He got searched at the airport once, and had to explain it," she giggled.